I awoke and could not find my glasses. When I did, they were ruined. Shredded by the dogs. I can't even watch TV or read. I can barely drive. I can't afford a plane ticket and new ones. I lost my temper. I'm blind and broke and sad and angry and utterly alone. I don't know what to do except cry. I'm broken and lost.

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Depression is strange... I'm not sad or frightened, the world is just a blurry shade of grey. I'm tired of all food tasting the same, or music not filling me with (insert emotion), or work just flowing out without thought. It's just there arnd I feel so disconnected. I know I'll swing back into focus and everything will be fine again. I know how to mitigate it most of the time and hide it from friends/family.

I guess today is just a little more than most....Not looking for love or consolation here, just saying something that I don't dare say out loud. Thanks for looking

Yeah.3 months in and I am really unhappy at this new job.Its a fairly toxic environment as far as staff dynamic goes and its taken a turn away from the direction I thought it had taken me in.Mostly Im annoyed because I got delegated to a new stream of duties that take me back to even less stimulating work than I was doing before and looks like it will probably dead end me. I got these duties based on my skillset, but Im pretty annoyed that I didnt choose this. I'm sort of sick of the rest of the world telling me what Im good at and how theyre going to exploit that and not help me grow.Its a whinge, I know, but I think Im ready to actually be more than I have been now.

WWPD?

fcknoise wrote:You are all fucking tryhard effort posting nerds

Invisible Man wrote:I'm probably the most humble person I know. I feel good about smelling my own butthole.

Jesus Was a Robot wrote:Did you just assume Billy Corgan's dildo preference??

Lowest level rage post that can be on here:I'm really used to making cheese toasties/grilled cheese's on my night shifts, and I've gotten pretty good at it. I have a routine, I know my quantities and time in the pan. I'm seasoned. This week they bought a different bread and the wrong cheese and it ruined my experience. The bread has gone too thin, the butter soaked through and didn't go crispy. The cheese is too gooey and flavourless. This leads on to a bigger criticism: Canada is shit at cheese. Why the fuck do you sell your cheese in weird, thin, long blocks that just bend and break all the time? Why is it all so mild and rubbery? Why, if I want to get half-decent cheese, does it cost a truly bizarre amount of money? I just wanted a tasty 5am work snack. All I got was a disappointment sandwich and now I'm going to go home bitter.

Edit: I hope no one takes this too seriously...Doube edit: I hope no one takes this as a joke. I hope everyone gives it the appropriate amount of severity it is due, which is exactly 2.3/10.

neonblack wrote:Do you ever just sit back and take a good look at yourself and realize all your riffs are shit and you're a garbage musician?

Olin wrote:Edit: I hope no one takes this too seriously...Doube edit: I hope no one takes this as a joke. I hope everyone gives it the appropriate amount of severity it is due, which is exactly 2.3/10.

That's mild irritation, so it fits perfectly in this thread. Reminds me of a summer night two years ago when I tried to find a place to buy a pizza with ham & pineapple at 1:30 AM. At some point I went to bed. Hungry.

Never visit Europe then. We don't really know what a grilled cheese toast should be like. Or why someone should eat bread with grilled cheese in general (with nothing else on it!). I only knew grilled cheese toasts from John Grisham novels.

To taste of the other city was a breach we were all guilty of at one point. To spend one's life in the consumption of the simple grilled cheese was humbling, a rite of passage and ritual to mark all of the nation's significant , and those held holy by its citizens.But one could not pass through those streets and cope with any amount of reason once all of senses were assaulted by the other capital. Crosshatching could not apply itself to the olfactory organs.These delacacies could not be denied.Although, one would always partake, and then have to unpizza.

Ugh, when old friends send you demos from a decade ago, you realise your band sounded like desert Slayer 420 before anyone else was doing it and you wonder why the fuck that band broke up at all.

WWPD?

fcknoise wrote:You are all fucking tryhard effort posting nerds

Invisible Man wrote:I'm probably the most humble person I know. I feel good about smelling my own butthole.

Jesus Was a Robot wrote:Did you just assume Billy Corgan's dildo preference??